This underlying sarcasm is tied to balking at the talk of New Year's resolutions. Goals are as dynamic as those that create them: sturdy like 35 MPa concrete in their early conception and fickle like kite strings amidst 70 km/h gusts as the days of January drag on. It was always beyond me why such an extravagant portion of the population allowed themselves to be dictated by the calendar, rather than exercise discipline in monitoring progress and accomplishing tasks with the existing circumstances in mind.
Ultimately, time waits for no one.
I carried on with my regular roster of tasks, extending hope at a last hurrah before resuming the repulsive work ritual.
After roughly twenty minutes of hesitant laps about the rink, I somewhat regained composure on the ice. Whatever muscle memory that remained had been summoned, and in quite the enjoyable atmosphere. Popular pop tunes could be heard from all corners, its origins several standing speakers under which a series of lights could be seen. With the reduction of sunlight in the early evening hours, they would cast coloured beams on the blade-streaked grounds, making for a fun, winter disco.
On the third attempt, success was attained. I plugged in the address and drove off, thinking no more of the server error page that had greeted me some thirty seconds ago.
More food delivery drivers filed in. Orders were passed on to us all, and departures were made.
A small salad and total of 2 skewers constituted the Chicken Satay. The pieces were spongy, lightly seasoned, and not at all spicy. Given the meat's leaness, I had feared dryness but gratefully tasted none. The dish was entirely mild, unlike the moderately peppery Malaysian renditions I have grown accustomed to after many childhood years of dining at Prata Man. At the same time, it was also not very memorable.
Pad thai plates are commonly found too greasy for my liking, shine growing more evident after refrigeration. Thankfully, this aspect was not witnessed with thairoomgrand; leftovers were effortless incorporated into a lunch assemblage of vegetables and soy braised egg.
Looking to relive the Isaan Der experience, I heeded the words of the Thai ahgase, opting for a Massaman Curry with Braised Beef. While Thai restaurants outside of Toronto generally do not permit spice level adjustments, this creamy base was, fortunately, lightly fiery with extremely tender chunks of beef. The foundation was neither as sweet nor tangy as Isaan Der, though still readily devoured. The container was sized on par with the Yonge-Eglinton eatery in question, making it ideal for sharing between a party of two, or three in the presence of a second entrée.
Technological hindrances aside, the newcomers of Mo Thai and thairoomgrand are well received in the west end of the GTA. Where authentic Thai restaurants are scarce, these eateries cater to those that have seen and tasted enough of Westernized "Asian fusion", offering an expansive assortment ranging in spice level.